The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-12-25

omewhat dim and foggy. The same airs
cut the poor philosopher to the bone. He
pretends to be comfortable, but it requires
IA remarkably fine quality of acting to look
Ms though nothing was the matter when
there is no food and no warm h in you,
and your pocket IL empty, and you ARE out
IN q snow storm in low shoes and a straw
hat. should hate like sixty in such cir
cumstances to be obliged TO concern myself
In a merely speculative way with the
analysis Of wealth.
AS watch the tide 60 by | see in 1t two
others who particularly interest me. One
IL the strongest looking man | ever saw. |
havc~een him often, and IL nearly every
New Yorker he is a familiar figure; yet |
have never found any one who knows
him. He is a man, ] should think, OF
iiity, an inch over six feet in hight, and
massive throughout. Like the poor PHI
losopher who has just gone by. he wears
no overcoat, but il is not for the same
reason. This man is n pedestrian, and
wears a pea-jackct for convenience in
walking. lie wears, further, heavy walk
ing-shoes with solcs four inches broad,
trousers which ride up over a startling
pair Of calves and seem rather short for
him, n derby hat, blue flannel shirt, and
spcctacles. His hair and moustache are
close cut and gray. His eye is rather
benevolent, I have said that ! do not
hnow VINO tins gentleman tx, or what his
condition in life. | should say that he is
German OF Independent means, and | nm
confident that he could lift Mio's bull and
another with IL. ! believe that he could
overthrow u dozen OF the broadway squad,
n that, II he were Of the profession
which Mr.. Sullivan adorns. the ring
would have another champion. Every
part Of tho man is so massive, every
music so superbly devclopcd, that one see
ing him can think Of ~ hing but n Her
cules in clothes. The neck, which is re-
ycalcd above the low collarcd flannel shirt,
IN startling-a huge pillar with 4 play Of
corded muscles 10 make everybody turn
and look ~ he swings bv. He walks all
over New York, and for aught | know far
beyond lis limits. have met hun ON the
Battery, in the Bowery, at Madison
square, all over the gridiron OF the up
tomb of Gen. Grant. All the hurley
butchers look after him with wandering
admiration now as lac strides through
Washington market. rising upon the ball
Of the loot with an elastic spring ut every
step, and ut every fourth step rcadiusting
his gOld-bowed sprclaClcs upon his nose.
Undoubtedly there il many u strong look
ing man who hns comparatively little
strength in him, but beyond pcradvcnturc
this specialized Hercules is what he seems.
The remaining one Of those who excite
in me n particular interest, as ! stand
looking upon this thrung, is a boy, as !
presume. lie may I've q man, there is no
telling, for his face il devoid OF that light
Of intelligence without which the human
countcnance IL blank. lie is an idiot.
lie walks up and down amid the throng,
carryingon his lett arm half adOZrn wrcaths
Of holly leaves, and in his right hand
u bundle of cork sOlcs, and crying, BUY
my wrcaths, buy my solcs. Nice solcs.
Please buy The simplcton has n per.
icctly colorlcSs face. aud long, straight hair
touching his shoulders. lie wears rags.
and is unclcanly to a degree that is fas.
cinating- fascinating 10 the eye, that is,
Though rarely is any n tempted to
stop and barter with him. One OF his legs.
~ withcrcl, and he goes upon a crutch
Nobody omc 10 the market with him;
he lodges in the ~ncighb0rhood OF
Chatham square, and such care rs
he has seems 10 be bestowed by himself
alone. Ii would be interesting TO
learn his impressions Of Christmas, but |
haven't the heart Ia ask him. One may
not know from looking whether he il mcr-
~ or sad. Sorrow may be indicated in
the grin which disiorts his face M he cries.
Buy my wrcaths, buy my solcs. Nice
solcs. Please buy" L. d. BEACH.